I am at an age now that I am fast approaching the idea of wishing the subsequent humans all the best. I am not dying imminently. I don’t know how to approach the coming years other than come ye as you may.
Where I currently live it is usually an ambulance. One road in and out, a population of 13,000, one prison and one Immigration Removal Centre, so not an infrequent occurrence.
When Ms Moles lived and worked in Clapham in the late nineties I would finish work, hop on a Virgin train and tube, and knew I was home by the pint of Staropranaan in the Circle bar and the sound of sirens up and down Clapham High Street.
Add glitchy neon lights,rain and a far off Sax reverberating off the last echoes of a downtown train disappearing to another party that’ll take more than one hangover to recall accurately..
bricameron says
I am at an age now that I am fast approaching the idea of wishing the subsequent humans all the best. I am not dying imminently. I don’t know how to approach the coming years other than come ye as you may.
Gatz says
life has a skin of death that keeps its zest – Tony Harrison
http://kumquat7.blogspot.co.uk/2004/09/kumquat-for-john-keats-by-tony.html
bricameron says
Sirens off in the distance at night is still exciting to hear.
Vulpes Vulpes says
Where I used to live it usually meant some toe-rags had just nicked a car and rammed an offy.
ernietothecentreoftheearth says
Where I currently live it is usually an ambulance. One road in and out, a population of 13,000, one prison and one Immigration Removal Centre, so not an infrequent occurrence.
Mike_H says
Always remember Mark Ellen commenting upon sirens on the Word podcasts.
“The sound of Young Islington”.
Johnny Concheroo says
Which of course was a pithy reference to the Motown label slogan “The Sound of Young America”,
moseleymoles says
When Ms Moles lived and worked in Clapham in the late nineties I would finish work, hop on a Virgin train and tube, and knew I was home by the pint of Staropranaan in the Circle bar and the sound of sirens up and down Clapham High Street.
bricameron says
Add glitchy neon lights,rain and a far off Sax reverberating off the last echoes of a downtown train disappearing to another party that’ll take more than one hangover to recall accurately..